What’s worse is the idea that someone else might wear them without laundering them first. I think of Lowell as a clean, hygienic kind of guy, but… Mud, Sweat, and well, it’s just not right after a long day to grab a dude’s clothes.

I think I figured it out. Lowell is already seriously dipped so he’s trying to redeem himself to Ms Wiggins Ross by making someone happy… so he sold his uniform to that potential customer that cornered him about do they SELL those at the store. It’s really a prototype that was brought for a testing before rollout, and some other competitor scout is going to see it, offer the gal a fortune, and beat Ed Honcho at rolling it out at far less than Sportsmart was going to gouge (ahem*) charge….. So Lowell is even more dipped.

Nah, the other girl will see the same uniform on Ms. Wiggins-Ross who, being asked if they sell them, will make sure their store is stocked as soon as she can get her supplier (or whoever made the originals) to produce them. But the supplier will get them wrong and make them with the festival logo mentioning the Outdoor Galore Store on them instead. Hilarity ensues.

Better yet, that other gal that was with the first one, coerces/begs/pleads/does the indignant thing until Ms Wiggins-Ross has to sell her HER uniform… making her have to hide in the bushes with Lowell. I guess they can always go raid that one dumpster full of cardboard and duct tape and make some new fashions out of that modern miracle, duct tape (they make prom formals out of it) Maybe Lowell has some designer flair?????